LOGINGAVIN The previous night...I wasn't kidding when I implied Demi Perez caught my attention at first sight, and evoked an immense amount of care I haven't felt before.In one night, I've done innumerable things, including taking her home.After she gulps down the last remaining glass of wine, it doesn't take long before she blacks out. I scan the house looking for the room that might be hers. I find the one that has pictures of her on the wall. I'm specifically captured by the one in which she's wearing a graduation gown, with the most beautiful smile, that a few seconds pass before I realize I've been standing in the same spot for longer than I should.I get back to the living room and carry her to her bed. I cover her well, and then watch her sleep peacefully for a while.I wish I could stay with her, it feels bad that I have to leave.The best I can do is find someone to guard her door. I call one of my best men for the job, Edward.I instruct him to get me a new phone and I send h
DEMISeconds move fast. I can't take my chances when the man looks this intimidating. Why is he at my door this early?I'm still floating in my temptation to get back in, when he smiles, leaving me confused.“I mean no harm,” he says, as if reading right through me.As if that's easy to believe.He raises his palms in surrender. “I'm just here on orders, ma'am.”My brown furrow. “Orders? Who the hell ordered you to stand at my door early in the morning?” I pry.“My boss. Gavin Morgan. I'm sure his reputation precedes him.”The mention of Gavin's name piques my interest and oddly my heart feels a little calmer. “What reputation do you mean? Ordering creeps to stand at people's doors?”The man lets out a soft laugh.“I meant, I'm sure you know who Gavin Morgan is. And yes, he ordered me to guard your house because he couldn't stay to take care of you. He had important things to take care of.”“Oh,” I cross my arms, as I take in the implication of the man's words.Gavin really did that
DEMII wake up to the annoying ring of an alarm that doesn't sound familiar. I know the sound of my alarm very well and it's usually less annoying. Now this one is from a fast and loud pop song I don't recognize. Why would I put an alarm like that? And when exactly did I set the alarm?I’m too sleepy to open my eyes, but the thought makes me jolt and my heart begins racing.Jesus Christ!Today is my interview day. My pupils almost pop out as I sit up. I turn sideways to shut the fucking alarm off. It's only when I hold the phone in my hand, do I realize, it's not mine. For a moment I'm confused. I've never seen that phone in my life. It's not even from any of my best friends.I don't recall buying a new phone, especially sincethis one looks like it cost a hundred times this apartment's rent, if the golden casing is any indication.This is strange. Do I need an intervention? Since when does one wake up to an expensive phone beside them?After a few seconds of thoughts, it dawns on me,
GAVIN Tempting offer, right? Wrong!This stranger—I don't even know her name–is a very beautiful woman. She looks hot, and I've been finding it hard to tear my gaze away since I first laid my eyes on her.The fact that she's hurting makes it even more complicated. Normally, on nights like these, I'm usually prawn to have one night stands with more sober women and move on with my life the next day.It's not only the fact that my stranger is not sober. There's something about her that has evoked an immense amount of care in me I haven't felt before.Apart from her astonishing beauty, I have no idea.After a few seconds of what seems like a staring contest, she smiles and moves backwards.But that smile is a fake one. It doesn't take a genius to gauge the pain behind it“I'm sorry,” she says, moving farther away from me, avoiding my gaze.“I just…” she exhales loudly and stutters again.“I remembered my ex's betrayal, and I thought I'd feel better saying that…yet it reminded me of him,
GAVIN MORGANBeing a public finger comes with its downsides. The media is always in your business. Sometimes you have to hide yourself, to act like a normal person.Otherwise; Go out with a woman, you're in the headlines the next day. Have fun, still in headlines the next day.Any woman seen with you leads to speculations about your dating life.Sometimes you have to bribe them to take off the heat. Or create a scandal to act as a deversion for them to stop focusing on you for a while.Dealing with the media is not the only downside of being a public figer. Not when your parents are always on your neck about marriage. I'm clocking thirty but I haven't settled and they never fail to remind me of that.Today, I had lunch with them, and as usual, it didn't go well. They kept on talking about a wedding that's never going to happen. I don't want to rain on their parade because of how excited they looked.What they don't know is that Janelle and I broke things off weeks ago. No one knows wh
DEMILaila's explanations don't make any amount of sense. All I can see is that she's not in the slightest bit sorry. I try to think of the many times I ignored the signs, but I don't have time to figure that out.After all, It doesn't matter what Laila says to justify their actions or what cooked up explanation Ernest tries to give. They betrayed me and whatever relationship there was, it's over.One last look at my now ex boyfriend and ex best friend and then I walk out of the room with yells of my name from Ernest filling the air.I've been trying to bottle up my feelings since I walked in on them, but as soon as I step into the elevator, tears come flooding like they have now been summoned. The wound in my heart is still fresh from five seconds ago.Lucky for me, I have no audience. I walk through the streets, not knowing my destination, my body still processing everything. My mind is still skewed, making me zone out in thoughts, and the next thing I know, a car comes to a sudden







